Jimmy’s hands were shaking. He’d been walking to the tent in the middle of a night when he’d been caught by a Legionary and questioned. The man he’d been sneaking to see just barely managed to get him off, and now – now he was terrified.

He’d heard the rumors. People were starting to realize how much time he was spending with the centurian, especially at night. Homosexuality was a sin in the Legion, a crime – one punishable by death. And they had almost been caught. Had the others even bought it?

No. No, a part of him knew, somewhere in the back of his mind – a part of him knew this was going to end soon, and not in a way beneficial to him. This relationship they had, this sneaky affair... it was too risky. He would be killed. He would be dumped in the desert like every other slave that couldn’t make the cut, and he would be forgotten, no matter how long this tryst had been going on.